Here I go, again!! It seems like I just took down the Christmas lights. Now I'm about to get out the ladder, hang the outdoor lights, curse, fall down, get tangled, yell at my family... and then beam with pride at what an amazing job I did at making our house look sparkly and festive.

To the left is the painting I mention I haven't finished, which - if you read my blathering much here - you'll remember I vowed to finish it a year or two ago. I haven't touched it. It's getting dusty (hangs head in shame).

LA Daily News published this piece of mine, originally titled "American Idol and the Deluded."

Yes, it's true. I sang out in public without shame. See this photo on the left? I'm dancing and singing, as I often did. And from the big hand gestures, I'm guessing the number I am assaulting everyone in my vicinity with is Age of Aquarius.

And if I had more room in the Daily News, I would've included how I, as a Freshman (who should have known better by then), sang Linda Ronstadt's Blue Bayou to my entire high school. Yep, it was just me singing acapella - standing in the middle of the auditorium during a school rally... even blue-eyed-Dave-with-the-perfectly-feathered-hair was there to witness this event. I know, because he mentioned it to me four years later. Ugh!

So, yes, I was truly delusional... I say in the past-tense, while typing about my life into cyberspace as if anyone gives a damn. Some things haven't changed.

Daily News surprised me by publishing this piece I wrote. It was something I had written right after September 11th. I only sent it off to them a few days ago. When I hadn't heard back, I figured they wouldn't publish it. I opened the paper, and there it was. What a nice surprise.

*The photo has nothing to do with the subject, other than it's of a sunset from my front yard - one of those scenes that reminds me of how fortunate I am to be alive.

Hear, Hear! We moved to a North Hills
Mid-Century Modern with our 3 year old daughter from a cramped Westside
apartment last year. We have a large lot, a dozen fruit trees, pool and
a quiet neighborhood. It's so different than I'd imagined. Who knew?
Alison Glazier |
Homepage |
11.19.06 - 4:03 pm | #

Hi there! I lived in the SFV for 28 years. I grew up in Reseda and
lived there for 24 years, then bought a wonderful condo in Encino back
in 2001. In March '05, I sold my condo and moved to Washington state.
My husband who is in the Air Force got orders, otherwise, I wouldn't
have moved. Anyway, my mother who lives in Reseda, is always sending me
coupons and articles from the newspaper and she just sent me your
article! It literally made me cry. It is everything I have been trying
to say for the past 28 years. I absolutely love the valley and when I
lived there, I rarely went over the hill. Los Angeles is great but
everything I needed was in the valley (work, school, my family,
friends, great restaurants, awesome dive bars, parks, festivals, Candy
Cane lane, etc.). I hated going to Sunset when I wanted to party. It
was overcrowded and overpriced. I found so many awesome dive bars in
the valley (Fox Fire in Valley Village, The Rock in Tarzana) where I
had some really memorable nights. I went jogging everywhere (Woodley
Park, Wilbur Park, Reseda Park, Balboa Park, Ventura Blvd) and never
had any problems. I grew up in one of the most diverse places in the
United States and because of that, I am a very open minded individual.
I am grateful for the valley and I am so glad that I am not the only
one who sees it. Thanks for such a great article! I can't wait to move
back there some day. I really really miss it!

PS-
If you'd like to try some other good places to eat, go to "City Wok" in
Studio City for the best Chinese food, "Winnie's Sub Shop" in Reseda
for amazing subs (It's on Lindley, just south of Sherman Way), and
"Micks Sub Shop" in Encino (On Lindley just north of Ventura Blvd).
Melissa |
11.26.06 - 7:55 pm | #

October 15th, I attended the 95th birthday of Julius Shulman, iconic and legendary photographer of mid-century modern architecture. The event coincided with the opening of his exhibit at the Getty. I met the Great "Uncle Shulman" as he calls himself, and Gloria Koenig, wife of the late and wonderful mid-century modern architect Pierre Koenig. Her book, Iconic L.A., the story of L.A.'s most memorable buildings will come out in paperback this spring. Please check it out!

And here are some photos I took on a trip to Palm Springs.

My husband and I are mid-century modern architecture enthusiasts, so spent our time - when not eating and sipping cocktails - finding these wonderful homes in the desert.

We weren't the only ones.

Here's (below) the Kaufmann house, designed by Richard Neutra. When we found the house, there was already a trio of women, balancing on rocks, trying to peek over the stone wall. One of them was holding the same book we carried, Palm Springs Weekend, which made me feel like we were all architecture groupies. Photo on left, is the house where Elvis spent his honeymoon.

The homes just below the canyons were my favorite. I could imagine myself inside one of the sleek homes wearing a cocktail dress, sipping a martini, listening to an up-beat Bossa Nova tune... instead, I simply drove on by. Below right is the Palms Springs Tennis Club.

I wrote this piece titled "Kid Sense" for Imperfect Parent, about how adults (including me) too often lack the good sense children have.

While I am an imperfect parent, here's a little of what I've learned now that my kid is a teen:

*Newborns are quiet and angelic at the hospital, but are likely to turn into red-faced, screaming tyrants once your foot hits your own doorway. If I could do it again, I'd listen to the wise pediatric nurse who said, "You really should stay in the hospital a few days longer; it's the only rest you'll get for a while."

*I like this quote from writer Anne Lamott: "Having a baby is like suddenly getting the world's worst roommate, like having Janis Joplin with a bad hangover and PMS come stay with you." So true.

*The first time you see your toddler's diapered butt scurrying down the crib bars, making her escape - realize that sitting down for ten minutes in the evening is just a dream.

*When out in public with a toddler, know that she may say and do anything. Be prepared to apologize profusely to strangers, run as if a life depended on it and carry lots of wet-wipes. She may just wipe her chocolate ice-cream covered hands on the back of a clean, white t-shirt of the man standing in front of you in the grocery store line; or she might take all of her clothes off and run out the door of a boutique, while you're half-dressed in the dressing room, when you fantasized she would calmly sit in her stroller beside you. My daughter has done both.

*If you're making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for your five year
old and her friends, and then realize you haven't heard a sound for a
few minutes - run very quickly! They just may have climbed your trellis
and be on top of your roof. That's where I found my daughter and her
friends.

*If you want your child to be calm, patient and never raise her voice, make sure you do the same. If only I could go back in time...

*Your four year old may insist on wearing her yellow raincoat every day for months, but the day it actually rains will be the day she decides to never to wear it again.

*There may be a time when your toddler can verbalize how she truly feels about you, like the time my daughter yelled "You're the wierdest mommy I ever had!"...and you may try to do your best to stifle a laugh while still feeling offended.

*Watch your words, small children take things literally, like when I said "Sorry, Charlie!" to my daughter, she threw a fit thinking I forgot her name.

*Be consistent. Kids never forget that one time you gave in, and will cling to the hope they can get you to change your mind one more time. Believe me on this one! I've been paying for that mistake ever since.

*Remember that you are your child's teacher and guide to the world. This position should not be abused; such as the time my husband - while on a drive alone with our seven-year-old daughter - somehow came up with the tale that computer keyboards would no longer have the letter "O." For at least fifteen minutes my daughter was in a state of panic. Once home, she ran toward me, "Ma ma! How will I write 'I love mommy?' on the computer without the letter O?" Poor child, didn't yet realize how twisted her father is.

*Be prepared to answer questions of a curious mind. With every new thing learned come more questions. When my six-year-old and her friend rode in my car's backseat, I heard the following conversation:My daughter: "Lesbian?Daughter's friend: "Yeah. That's two girls who love each other."My daughter: "The way I love my mommy?"

*Beware! Children have no filters. They just say it as they see it...which is why my daughter wrote in her class bio, "My mom is a klutz," and made me a mother's day card, complete with accompanying artwork, that said, "My mom is good at sleeping." (see photo)

*As they get older, be honest with them about their talents. Guide them toward what they seem to do well, or give them classes in something they're interested in , but don't mislead them with misplaced praise in order to give them self-esteem; you may just end up with a kid mangling a beautiful Stevie Wonder song with piercing screeches on "American Idol" before millions of viewers, who then states, "But my mom says I'm the best."

I'm not a perfect parent, but I have raised a confident, yet not cocky, child. She has confidence in the areas where she does have talent, yet is realistic about what she doesn't do so well. And I'm proud to say she always comes to me first to get advice, knowing I'll tell her the truth. So when I compliment her she knows I really mean it. And when she sings off-key and I turn up the radio to cover up her warbling, we laugh. She can thank me for her singing talent.

*Don't be surprised when your teenager behaves as though you don't exist when with her (or his) friends. Don't worry. Your Teenager will acknowledge your existence when they need a ride, money or their birthday or Christmas is near.

*Understand your teenager will know everything and you will know nothing; like the other morning when I said to my daughter, "Get ready for school. It's six-fifty (6:50am)," And she said, "Nah uh! It's ten to seven!"

*If your eyes are heavy, your mouth's dry and your throat's scratchy from reading her favorite book over and over again - just keep reading. Soon your child will be a teenager, and you'll wish you had the opportunity to read that book to her just one more time.

*For anyone who wants to see the world brand new again, have a child. You'll have to explain things like ants, sand, waves, rain, spinach - all those things you've taken for granted will be seen by them for the first time. There is no better mind-altering experience than having a child, in my opinion. And then, there are the times you might consider running away to France to get drunk off wine and eat lots of runny cheese rather than continue parenting.

AM's the recent winner of the L.A. Weekly singer/songwriter of the year award. AM, as in...on your A.M. dial - not as in...the early part of a day. Those were the initials he was born with, but like kismet also represent his love for the music he grew up listening to on his A.M. radio airwaves.

I saw him for the first time last Monday night at the party for his remixed CD, titled "Mainstay," and his video debut at Cinespace in Hollywood.

His voice is soulful, and his music is a shimmering, harmonious blend, that sounds - at times - haunting and dreamy. He's done so much of his own thing with the music that's influenced him it's hard to say, "He sounds like..." But if I had to pick...hmmm... I'd say his voice sounds a bit like Beck's, but the music is such a beautiful collage it's hard to pin.

So if you're like me, disappointed with what's on most radio stations check out AM, and Fonogenics (an online music boutique) for other great music.

I asked AM, "Why don't I hear you on the radio?"

He said, "KCRW plays us."

I felt like thumping myself on my head for two reasons: Of course!! The party was put on by KCRW, along with Fonogenics. And for being so thick skulled; I've been wanting to hear some of my favorite writers like, Sandra Tsing Loh and Hollis Gillespie, on that station. And why haven't I? What? Are my arms paralyzed and I'm completely incapable of pushing a radio button to 89.9 F.M.? I mean, I could do that with my toes. So... for the last two days when I'm not listening to my AM cd, I'm listening to KCRW. And I didn't even have to use my toes. What can I say? I'm a slave for quality.

Somehow, whenever I see, hear, touch, read or taste something of skill, craftsmanship... something that someone spent time thinking about and creating... well, the world just seems to be filled with posibilities - and I have hope.